[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose
Chapter 85
At the junction of autumn and winter, the weeping willows on both sides of the beautiful river bank are no longer the emerald green of the past, and the yellow branches and leaves hang their heads listlessly, shaking their heads in the breeze by the river, as if they are listening carefully to the knowledge from the highest British university.
The branches hanging down to the river beat the water surface rhythmically, and the emerald green river rippled. The banks of the famous Cam River, which is often used for boating games on weekdays, were surrounded by crowds, and a police car parked quietly on the bank. On the side, the black policewoman waved unceremoniously to let the students gathered at the scene of the crime leave quickly. She held a roll of beige tape in her hand, wrapped it from the first tree to the last tree, and tightly sealed the scene. surrounded.
The curly-haired detective jumped out of the taxi. Regardless of Inspector Lestrade's shout behind him, he raised the cordon with one hand, bent his tall body, and flexibly avoided Officer Donovan's approach to him with his head down. Reach out to stop the hand.
A white sheet was spread on the bank of the river, which was already wet by the river water. On the sheet lay a petite female corpse. She had pitch-black hair. The girl's eyes were closed tightly as if she was just asleep, but her pale face and The lip color cruelly told everyone that their lives were lost, and that was Betty Chen.
Forensic doctor Anderson was leading a group of policemen to extract traces. Sherlock ignored him at all. He squatted down with one leg bent, stretched out his thumb and forefinger and twirled Betty's black hair. There were many tiny hairs in between. The aquatic plants were lush and green, and then Sherlock got up, the side near the river was covered with slippery mud and moss, and half a shoe print was left there.
"Inspector Lestrade?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Lestrade turned his head and saw a dazzling fiery red Ferrari sports car casually thrown on the side of the road. A slender white hand pushed the door open. The tall girl took off the sunglasses between her eyebrows and hurriedly opened the door. rushed over.
"Hey, Isabella?" Mr. Inspector always feels a little uncomfortable every time he sees this noble princess.
"Yes, I heard something happened to Betty, isn't it?" Isabella asked anxiously.
"Well, yes, I beg your condolences," Inspector Lestrade, who was not good at comforting people, asked clumsily. "Excuse me, are you friends with the victim?"
"Yes," Isabella nodded, and at this time she also saw a familiar figure standing on the shore. She dropped Mr. Inspector, half-walked and half-runned to Sherlock, and shouted, "Sherlock !"
The tall man was having a good time with Anderson with his hands in his pockets. When he saw Isabella running over, he squinted his eyes and gave Anderson a final critical blow with a blank expression: "Okay, don't Trying to bring my IQ to the same level as yours."
"Oh, God..." Isabella covered her mouth and looked at Betty who was lying on the ground without making a sound, "It turned out to be true..."
"Who are you? What is your relationship with the victim? Where were you from eleven o'clock to twelve o'clock last night?" Anderson glanced at her suspiciously, and a series of pressing questions emerged.
"Isabella, I'm friends with her, as for last night..."
Sherlock suddenly turned around and said sarcastically, "It's useless for you to interrogate her. She can't be the murderer, and there is no murderer in this case."
"It's meaningless, it's homicide! Another person's fresh footprints were found at the scene, Sherlock!" Anderson said triumphantly.
"Oh, God, please take a good look at your so-called footprints. It's obviously a man's shoe print. You can't even tell the size of the shoe, can you?" Sherlock couldn't stand it and turned over. Rolling eyes, "Disaster at Scotland Yard."
Isabella maintained a good upbringing, and slowly replied: "I was at a banquet last night."
"Oh? Who can prove it?" Anderson pretended to pick up his notebook and started recording.
"Duchess of Edinburgh, Countess of Meriones, Baroness of Greenwich, Duke of Lancaster, Lord of the Isle of Man, Duke of Normandy, Most Honorable Lord of the Order of the Garter, Most Honorable Lord of the Order of Bath , Oldest and Most Honorable Lord of the Order of Scotland, Most Splendid Lord of the Order of St Patrick, Most Distinguished Lord of the Order of St Michael and St George, Most Distinguished Order of the British Empire, Distinguished The lord of the Knights of the Order of Service, the lord of the Order of the Imperial Service Knights... can all prove it." Sherlock answered for her first, and his speech was so fast that Anderson couldn't even remember it!
Isabella, who was on the side, couldn't help laughing, it was also hard for Sherlock to remember such a long list of titles of queens, since his brain claims to never let useless things go.
"So many people?" Anderson opened his mouth wide, and looked at Lestrade, who had been watching the show in silence, as if asking for help.
"Ahem..." Lestrade hurried forward to stop Sherlock from crushing Anderson's IQ. He asked seriously, "Did you find anything, Sherlock?"
"Accidentally fell into the water," Sherlock fastened the buttons of the black woolen long trench coat, emphasizing dissatisfiedly, "boring!"
"But there was a second person's shoeprint at the scene..." Inspector Lestrade added, "and we recovered Betty Chen's cell phone through technical means and found that her last call was to her boyfriend, Isaac Mr Hall's."
"Really?" Sherlock said casually, ignoring him.
"After investigation, she and Mr. Hall had a quarrel a few days ago..."
"Are you trying to say that it was Isaac who pushed her into the water?" Seeing Sherlock's impatient face, Isabella took the initiative to ask the question.
"It's possible. After all, there are no cameras here, and there is no third witness."
"It wasn't him," Sherlock turned around sharply, "the time interval between the second footprint and Betty's footprint was at least two hours, because of the depth of the ground left... Look carefully, the water vapor by the river in the middle of the night is thicker and muddy. The depth left in the ground will also be greater, whereas Betty's footprints are obviously very shallow."
"Just because of that?" Anderson interrupted.
"Anyway..." Inspector Lestrade was noncommittal, "Mr. Hall has been taken to Scotland Yard. Would you like to go and see, Sherlock?"
"No, boring! The end result of a boring interrogation is also boring. It's a waste of life."
"Well, what about you, Isabella?" Lestrade asked hesitantly.
"Can I go? I won't disturb your work, will I?" Isabella asked with a smile, "After all, Betty and Isaac are my friends..."
"What are you going to do? It's pointless." Sherlock asked dissatisfied.
"I won't bother, in fact, you can help us." Anyway, it's much more reliable than Sherlock's little bastard.Lestrade swallowed the latter sentence.
"Then I'll go to Scotland Yard later."
After the police had almost cleaned up the scene, Sherlock and Isabella walked along the river bank. He looked back at Lestrade who was instructing his subordinates to cover the corpse with a white cloth, and asked with a frown, "Go to Scotland Yard?" What do you think, there is a stronghold of goldfish, I have never seen so many stupid goldfish anywhere."
"But Isaac is my friend after all." Isabella said helplessly.
"Then I sent you a text message to ask you to investigate the case, why didn't you reply?"
"I have my own business, Sherlock," Isabella decided to change the subject, "By the way, what happened to the female corpse case a while ago?"
"Plastic doctor?" Sherlock muttered, "It's great to find out that she performed plastic surgery for the head of the terrorist organization Michael X who smuggled into the UK, a vicious criminal roaming around London with impunity But no one recognized him, I really can't believe that MI6's defenses are so weak..."
"Wait, this news is too exciting, so she was killed and silenced?" Isabella was dumbfounded.
"Yes, as for what Michael X's head has become, no one knows."
"God...God bless Britain," Isabella suddenly felt dizzy, "What about the case where Carol's boyfriend suddenly disappeared?"
"Are you talking about Mr. St. Clair?" Sherlock curled his lips, "It's even simpler. The reporter, Mr. St. Clair, disguised himself as a beggar in order to write a more authentic report, but his girlfriend accidentally saw his real appearance, so he had no other choice. Putting on a beggar's clothes, only to be taken into Scotland Yard with the police by his girlfriend who rushed to call the police. It's brilliant."
"..."
No wonder Carol didn't tell her what to do next.
"Okay, Sherlock, neither Michael X nor Mr. St. Clair can prevent the fact that it is already noon, so, do you want to eat something? Anyway, this is your alma mater." Isabella stopped, Asked sideways.
"No, please send me back to 221B, thank you." Sherlock looked at her confidently.
Isabella suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that Sherlock's heart trembled. He frowned and looked at Isabella carefully, trying to recall if he had forgotten something.
The two walked back, Isabella proudly shook the key in her hand, blinked slyly, and couldn't help laughing.When Sherlock turned his head and saw the dazzling red latest Ferrari sports car parked by the side of the road, he finally understood.
"Why did you buy...ummmm such a strange color?" Sherlock hesitated, he almost didn't want to open the car door.
"Get in the car. In fact, I want to see your brother in this car." Isabella got into the main driver and put on her sunglasses smartly.
Sherlock looked disgusted, but when he thought of Mycroft wearing a three-piece suit and looking like an old gentleman, he was sitting on this cool red sports car for a ride... He raised his eyebrows, opened the door and sat on it .
"221B," Isabella turned on the car music, and she said loudly against the wind, "Have you found a reliable roommate—"
"I don't think I need a noisy goldfish to invade my room," Sherlock said quietly, "but obviously I need an assistant."
"Well, I admit, this assistant's request is more difficult than finding a shared roommate." Isabella put her hands on the steering wheel casually, she shrugged.
After dropping Sherlock at the door of 221B, Isabella walked towards him facing the sight of the convenience store owner who had been sneaking at her. She really hasn't tasted the crafts from MI6 agents. The taste of bento sold will be more unique.
Isabella swallowed a whole piece of thick egg bacon sandwich with ice milk. Isabella didn't care about the eyes cast on her intentionally or unintentionally on Baker Street. She even smiled at the camera in a good mood, and then held up the ice milk Making a gesture of clinking glasses, she drank the milk in one gulp, started the car, and the sports car flew away like an arrow, roaring and galloping away.Isabella smoothed her long wind-blown hair leisurely with one hand, and then put on her sunglasses again.
……
scotland yard.
"I... I really don't know," the boy rubbed his hair with both hands dejectedly, his eyes were dull, as if he had been greatly shocked, "Betty called me after eleven o'clock in the evening to tell me that her thesis data had been The tutor denied it, and the tutor asked her to choose a new topic. For some reason, she insisted on doing research on water bodies..."
"And then?" Inspector Lestrade asked coldly.
"Betty wanted to collect new water samples near the Cam River. She was afraid of the dark and asked me to accompany her. I agreed, but when I arrived there, there was no one there. I waited for more than an hour. Calling her cell phone is turned off, I have no choice but to go back first."
"Inspector Lestrade?"
"Isabella, you're here." Lestrade turned his head to greet him.
"Isabella?!" Isaac looked very surprised, and he asked in a daze, "Why are you here?"
"That's not the point," Donovan urged impatiently, "Why does Betty Chen have to collect water samples at night?"
"Ah, because the first draft of the thesis is due the next morning...she said there is no time."
"What time does she ask you to meet?" Lestrade asked.
"Twelve o'clock, but I live too far away, and it will be about one o'clock in the morning when I arrive at Cam River."
"Inspector, the shoe prints taken at the scene are exactly the same as his shoes," Anderson said as he took a test report, "If you want me to say that the murderer must be him."
"It's not me!" Isaac was very emotional, "I also find it difficult to accept Betty's death...but I am not the murderer!"
"He's not a murderer," said Isabella calmly.
"What?" Donovan frowned, disapproving, "You know him, right? Your testimony is invalid."
"No, I didn't testify for him," Isabella shook her head, "it was he himself who had an alibi during Betty's death."
"what?"
She picked up her mobile phone and opened the school forum, opened a web page skillfully, "Enter Isaac's campus account, he borrowed the school's shared bicycle from 11:30 last night to [-]:[-] am, and the running route is as follows, Can you testify to this? Betty’s death time was between eleven o’clock and twelve o’clock. He didn’t have time to commit crimes.”
"Ah... yes," Isaac nodded blankly, "but... how do you have my campus account password?"
"That's not the point, and the password you set is so untechnical."
"..." Lestrade took the phone and pursed his lips. He looked very serious, and nodded after a while, "Yes, this is indeed a good alibi."
"...Inspector?"
"Sherlock is right. This was an accidental falling into the water. I'm sorry, Mr. Hall. Please forgive me."
The author has something to say:
最近隔壁魔戒文艺复兴乌乌……又刷了一下霍比特人,沉迷瑟兰迪尔盛世美颜无法自拔。啊,也不知道还有没有神夏第五季。感谢在2021-04-2801:02:12~2021-05-0223:50:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles in September; 1 bottle in Shen Yuan;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
The branches hanging down to the river beat the water surface rhythmically, and the emerald green river rippled. The banks of the famous Cam River, which is often used for boating games on weekdays, were surrounded by crowds, and a police car parked quietly on the bank. On the side, the black policewoman waved unceremoniously to let the students gathered at the scene of the crime leave quickly. She held a roll of beige tape in her hand, wrapped it from the first tree to the last tree, and tightly sealed the scene. surrounded.
The curly-haired detective jumped out of the taxi. Regardless of Inspector Lestrade's shout behind him, he raised the cordon with one hand, bent his tall body, and flexibly avoided Officer Donovan's approach to him with his head down. Reach out to stop the hand.
A white sheet was spread on the bank of the river, which was already wet by the river water. On the sheet lay a petite female corpse. She had pitch-black hair. The girl's eyes were closed tightly as if she was just asleep, but her pale face and The lip color cruelly told everyone that their lives were lost, and that was Betty Chen.
Forensic doctor Anderson was leading a group of policemen to extract traces. Sherlock ignored him at all. He squatted down with one leg bent, stretched out his thumb and forefinger and twirled Betty's black hair. There were many tiny hairs in between. The aquatic plants were lush and green, and then Sherlock got up, the side near the river was covered with slippery mud and moss, and half a shoe print was left there.
"Inspector Lestrade?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Lestrade turned his head and saw a dazzling fiery red Ferrari sports car casually thrown on the side of the road. A slender white hand pushed the door open. The tall girl took off the sunglasses between her eyebrows and hurriedly opened the door. rushed over.
"Hey, Isabella?" Mr. Inspector always feels a little uncomfortable every time he sees this noble princess.
"Yes, I heard something happened to Betty, isn't it?" Isabella asked anxiously.
"Well, yes, I beg your condolences," Inspector Lestrade, who was not good at comforting people, asked clumsily. "Excuse me, are you friends with the victim?"
"Yes," Isabella nodded, and at this time she also saw a familiar figure standing on the shore. She dropped Mr. Inspector, half-walked and half-runned to Sherlock, and shouted, "Sherlock !"
The tall man was having a good time with Anderson with his hands in his pockets. When he saw Isabella running over, he squinted his eyes and gave Anderson a final critical blow with a blank expression: "Okay, don't Trying to bring my IQ to the same level as yours."
"Oh, God..." Isabella covered her mouth and looked at Betty who was lying on the ground without making a sound, "It turned out to be true..."
"Who are you? What is your relationship with the victim? Where were you from eleven o'clock to twelve o'clock last night?" Anderson glanced at her suspiciously, and a series of pressing questions emerged.
"Isabella, I'm friends with her, as for last night..."
Sherlock suddenly turned around and said sarcastically, "It's useless for you to interrogate her. She can't be the murderer, and there is no murderer in this case."
"It's meaningless, it's homicide! Another person's fresh footprints were found at the scene, Sherlock!" Anderson said triumphantly.
"Oh, God, please take a good look at your so-called footprints. It's obviously a man's shoe print. You can't even tell the size of the shoe, can you?" Sherlock couldn't stand it and turned over. Rolling eyes, "Disaster at Scotland Yard."
Isabella maintained a good upbringing, and slowly replied: "I was at a banquet last night."
"Oh? Who can prove it?" Anderson pretended to pick up his notebook and started recording.
"Duchess of Edinburgh, Countess of Meriones, Baroness of Greenwich, Duke of Lancaster, Lord of the Isle of Man, Duke of Normandy, Most Honorable Lord of the Order of the Garter, Most Honorable Lord of the Order of Bath , Oldest and Most Honorable Lord of the Order of Scotland, Most Splendid Lord of the Order of St Patrick, Most Distinguished Lord of the Order of St Michael and St George, Most Distinguished Order of the British Empire, Distinguished The lord of the Knights of the Order of Service, the lord of the Order of the Imperial Service Knights... can all prove it." Sherlock answered for her first, and his speech was so fast that Anderson couldn't even remember it!
Isabella, who was on the side, couldn't help laughing, it was also hard for Sherlock to remember such a long list of titles of queens, since his brain claims to never let useless things go.
"So many people?" Anderson opened his mouth wide, and looked at Lestrade, who had been watching the show in silence, as if asking for help.
"Ahem..." Lestrade hurried forward to stop Sherlock from crushing Anderson's IQ. He asked seriously, "Did you find anything, Sherlock?"
"Accidentally fell into the water," Sherlock fastened the buttons of the black woolen long trench coat, emphasizing dissatisfiedly, "boring!"
"But there was a second person's shoeprint at the scene..." Inspector Lestrade added, "and we recovered Betty Chen's cell phone through technical means and found that her last call was to her boyfriend, Isaac Mr Hall's."
"Really?" Sherlock said casually, ignoring him.
"After investigation, she and Mr. Hall had a quarrel a few days ago..."
"Are you trying to say that it was Isaac who pushed her into the water?" Seeing Sherlock's impatient face, Isabella took the initiative to ask the question.
"It's possible. After all, there are no cameras here, and there is no third witness."
"It wasn't him," Sherlock turned around sharply, "the time interval between the second footprint and Betty's footprint was at least two hours, because of the depth of the ground left... Look carefully, the water vapor by the river in the middle of the night is thicker and muddy. The depth left in the ground will also be greater, whereas Betty's footprints are obviously very shallow."
"Just because of that?" Anderson interrupted.
"Anyway..." Inspector Lestrade was noncommittal, "Mr. Hall has been taken to Scotland Yard. Would you like to go and see, Sherlock?"
"No, boring! The end result of a boring interrogation is also boring. It's a waste of life."
"Well, what about you, Isabella?" Lestrade asked hesitantly.
"Can I go? I won't disturb your work, will I?" Isabella asked with a smile, "After all, Betty and Isaac are my friends..."
"What are you going to do? It's pointless." Sherlock asked dissatisfied.
"I won't bother, in fact, you can help us." Anyway, it's much more reliable than Sherlock's little bastard.Lestrade swallowed the latter sentence.
"Then I'll go to Scotland Yard later."
After the police had almost cleaned up the scene, Sherlock and Isabella walked along the river bank. He looked back at Lestrade who was instructing his subordinates to cover the corpse with a white cloth, and asked with a frown, "Go to Scotland Yard?" What do you think, there is a stronghold of goldfish, I have never seen so many stupid goldfish anywhere."
"But Isaac is my friend after all." Isabella said helplessly.
"Then I sent you a text message to ask you to investigate the case, why didn't you reply?"
"I have my own business, Sherlock," Isabella decided to change the subject, "By the way, what happened to the female corpse case a while ago?"
"Plastic doctor?" Sherlock muttered, "It's great to find out that she performed plastic surgery for the head of the terrorist organization Michael X who smuggled into the UK, a vicious criminal roaming around London with impunity But no one recognized him, I really can't believe that MI6's defenses are so weak..."
"Wait, this news is too exciting, so she was killed and silenced?" Isabella was dumbfounded.
"Yes, as for what Michael X's head has become, no one knows."
"God...God bless Britain," Isabella suddenly felt dizzy, "What about the case where Carol's boyfriend suddenly disappeared?"
"Are you talking about Mr. St. Clair?" Sherlock curled his lips, "It's even simpler. The reporter, Mr. St. Clair, disguised himself as a beggar in order to write a more authentic report, but his girlfriend accidentally saw his real appearance, so he had no other choice. Putting on a beggar's clothes, only to be taken into Scotland Yard with the police by his girlfriend who rushed to call the police. It's brilliant."
"..."
No wonder Carol didn't tell her what to do next.
"Okay, Sherlock, neither Michael X nor Mr. St. Clair can prevent the fact that it is already noon, so, do you want to eat something? Anyway, this is your alma mater." Isabella stopped, Asked sideways.
"No, please send me back to 221B, thank you." Sherlock looked at her confidently.
Isabella suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that Sherlock's heart trembled. He frowned and looked at Isabella carefully, trying to recall if he had forgotten something.
The two walked back, Isabella proudly shook the key in her hand, blinked slyly, and couldn't help laughing.When Sherlock turned his head and saw the dazzling red latest Ferrari sports car parked by the side of the road, he finally understood.
"Why did you buy...ummmm such a strange color?" Sherlock hesitated, he almost didn't want to open the car door.
"Get in the car. In fact, I want to see your brother in this car." Isabella got into the main driver and put on her sunglasses smartly.
Sherlock looked disgusted, but when he thought of Mycroft wearing a three-piece suit and looking like an old gentleman, he was sitting on this cool red sports car for a ride... He raised his eyebrows, opened the door and sat on it .
"221B," Isabella turned on the car music, and she said loudly against the wind, "Have you found a reliable roommate—"
"I don't think I need a noisy goldfish to invade my room," Sherlock said quietly, "but obviously I need an assistant."
"Well, I admit, this assistant's request is more difficult than finding a shared roommate." Isabella put her hands on the steering wheel casually, she shrugged.
After dropping Sherlock at the door of 221B, Isabella walked towards him facing the sight of the convenience store owner who had been sneaking at her. She really hasn't tasted the crafts from MI6 agents. The taste of bento sold will be more unique.
Isabella swallowed a whole piece of thick egg bacon sandwich with ice milk. Isabella didn't care about the eyes cast on her intentionally or unintentionally on Baker Street. She even smiled at the camera in a good mood, and then held up the ice milk Making a gesture of clinking glasses, she drank the milk in one gulp, started the car, and the sports car flew away like an arrow, roaring and galloping away.Isabella smoothed her long wind-blown hair leisurely with one hand, and then put on her sunglasses again.
……
scotland yard.
"I... I really don't know," the boy rubbed his hair with both hands dejectedly, his eyes were dull, as if he had been greatly shocked, "Betty called me after eleven o'clock in the evening to tell me that her thesis data had been The tutor denied it, and the tutor asked her to choose a new topic. For some reason, she insisted on doing research on water bodies..."
"And then?" Inspector Lestrade asked coldly.
"Betty wanted to collect new water samples near the Cam River. She was afraid of the dark and asked me to accompany her. I agreed, but when I arrived there, there was no one there. I waited for more than an hour. Calling her cell phone is turned off, I have no choice but to go back first."
"Inspector Lestrade?"
"Isabella, you're here." Lestrade turned his head to greet him.
"Isabella?!" Isaac looked very surprised, and he asked in a daze, "Why are you here?"
"That's not the point," Donovan urged impatiently, "Why does Betty Chen have to collect water samples at night?"
"Ah, because the first draft of the thesis is due the next morning...she said there is no time."
"What time does she ask you to meet?" Lestrade asked.
"Twelve o'clock, but I live too far away, and it will be about one o'clock in the morning when I arrive at Cam River."
"Inspector, the shoe prints taken at the scene are exactly the same as his shoes," Anderson said as he took a test report, "If you want me to say that the murderer must be him."
"It's not me!" Isaac was very emotional, "I also find it difficult to accept Betty's death...but I am not the murderer!"
"He's not a murderer," said Isabella calmly.
"What?" Donovan frowned, disapproving, "You know him, right? Your testimony is invalid."
"No, I didn't testify for him," Isabella shook her head, "it was he himself who had an alibi during Betty's death."
"what?"
She picked up her mobile phone and opened the school forum, opened a web page skillfully, "Enter Isaac's campus account, he borrowed the school's shared bicycle from 11:30 last night to [-]:[-] am, and the running route is as follows, Can you testify to this? Betty’s death time was between eleven o’clock and twelve o’clock. He didn’t have time to commit crimes.”
"Ah... yes," Isaac nodded blankly, "but... how do you have my campus account password?"
"That's not the point, and the password you set is so untechnical."
"..." Lestrade took the phone and pursed his lips. He looked very serious, and nodded after a while, "Yes, this is indeed a good alibi."
"...Inspector?"
"Sherlock is right. This was an accidental falling into the water. I'm sorry, Mr. Hall. Please forgive me."
The author has something to say:
最近隔壁魔戒文艺复兴乌乌……又刷了一下霍比特人,沉迷瑟兰迪尔盛世美颜无法自拔。啊,也不知道还有没有神夏第五季。感谢在2021-04-2801:02:12~2021-05-0223:50:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles in September; 1 bottle in Shen Yuan;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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